Poor Old Eddy lived alone on the hill
Makin rotgut whiskey in his pa's rusty still
He never had no worries and he never paid no tax
Collector'd come a callin-- he'd just show 'em his axe.

Yeah, Poor Old Eddy was a son of a gun
But I never met nobody who could do what he done.

Poor Old Eddy had the mom outta hell
and who old Eddy's daddy was she never would tell
But he didn't look like poppa or the collection man
and there weren't nobody else'd ever go on their land

Yeah Poor Old Eddy was a son of a bitch
But there wasn't hardly no one that could deal with that witch

Now Eddy didn't drive no car
he didn't buy no gas, he'd never go too far
No Eddy never needed no car
But there were two in his yard

Yeah poor old Eddy had a beef with the man
Messin with their business just whenever he can
Hooked his garden hose up to the telephone line
Stood right out in front, said "You can kiss my behind."

Yeah, Poor Old Eddy was a bat out of hell
And why nobody busted him I never could tell.

Poor old Eddy ended up in a ditch
Stirring black molasses with a hickory switch
Carvin bone umbrellas with a sycamore stone
And talkin' to his parents when there's nobody home

Yeah, Poor Old Eddy was a son of a gun
But I never met nobody who could do what he done.

Now Eddy didn't drive no car
he didn't buy no gas, he'd never go too far
No Eddy never needed no car
But there were two in his yard
And he could walk to a bar.

© 2001 GNILSONGS

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